This is a song about "Bastard son crying mother"

Because your a sick bastard

They call me say, word

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

Crying on my daddy's shoulder

I’m pulling you over

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Are you a cunt, sap or bastard?

This old bastard will kill me?

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Bastard who seems like a

She acting all extra

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

I run through my life as just a little bastard,

Mother, o my mother!

But that's what he liked her